Chapter 11

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

EDMUND

“The landscapers are coming to trim the bushes along the model and some of the properties today. How do you want them?” Aubrey calls from the great room of the model home. Turning toward her voice, I find her bent over the pool table, racking the billiard balls.

“What?” I snap as I stand from my chair, having truly not heard her question with my focus on her ass.

“A little distracted today?” she jokingly snarks as she glances at me over her shoulder. “The bushes. How do you want them trimmed?”

“Bare.” My tone is a deep whisper as I step behind her and place my palms on the green felt, boxing her in. Reeling from the high of the fiery redhead and feeling more brazen than usual, I ask, “How do you keep your bush?”

“Mr. Parker!” she exclaims, standing abruptly and finding herself pinned between me and the hardwood of the pool table.

“Aubrey.” I speak her name slowly and authoritatively, relishing in the way it causes her breath to hitch. “How long are we going to play this game?”

“What game?” Her voice cracks, and she swallows hard.

“You. Parading around here with your huge tits and round ass on display. Taunting me. Teasing me. As you flirt with me relentlessly day after day.”

“I don?—”

“Don’t play coy with me, Aubrey.” I lean forward and press my hardening cock against her ass. “You can pretend to be sweet and innocent, but we both know you want my cock.”

Grabbing her hand, I pull it behind her back and place her palm against the bulge in my pants. She gasps as her fingers instinctually wrap around it.

Not so fucking innocent after all.

“We shouldn’t,” she says softly as she continues to stroke over my length through my trousers. “You’re my boss.”

“Yes,” I groan as her fingers slide over my tip. Gripping her skirt at her thighs, I begin to gather the fabric into my hands, slowly inching it up her legs. With the hemline resting just below her ass, I whisper against the back of her neck, “I am your boss.”

“That’s why we shouldn—” She catches her words as I slide my hand between her legs and rub against her damp panties.

“Then why are you wet and stroking my cock?” I hoist the skirt over her ass. I reach around her body and begin to undo each of the buttons of her blouse. “Say no. Tell me you don’t want to know what it’s like to be the naughty girl who fucks her boss. Or say yes. And I can promise I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

She swallows hard, audibly hard, before quietly responding, “Yes.”

Pulling the blouse from her, I toss it haphazardly to the floor before yanking the lacy cups of her bra down to expose her massive tits. I roughly palm them both, squeezing and kneading at them as she grinds her ass against my cock. I firmly roll both her tight nipples between my fingers and pull on them, causing her to moan.

“Bend over. Hands on the table. Feet spread,” I command, undoing my pants and freeing my aching cock. Without warning, I bring my hand down hard against her ass. Hitting her with such force, her cheeks and thighs jiggle. I smack her other cheek, and the slap of her skin echoes around the room. Her reactions completely devoid of enjoyment, unlike the little redhead I can’t stop thinking about.

“Ed—” She attempts to interject my strikes but finds her words cut short with another strike of my palm.

I rub my hand over her pinkened flesh as I slip my fingers beneath the lace of her panties. Gripping the thin string running along her hip, I tug firmly, causing it to tear from the lace and providing me unfettered access to her— completely unlandscaped— cunt. I shove into her as my fingers grip the meaty flesh of her hips. Squeezing hard, I use my grip to help drag her over my cock as I slam into her.

She cries out breathlessly through every one of my thrusts into her, pained yelps spewing from her lips with every strike of my palm. I slap against her crimson-marbled skin again, and her slick cunt quivers around my cock as I groan, “Don’t fight it, Aubrey. You can like it. Like the dirty little whore we both know you are.”

Unable to hold back, she claws at the table and clenches around my cock as she comes. I riddle her ass with handprints as she rides out the last of her euphoria. Her cunt still quivering around me, I grunt through my thrusts, “Fuck. I’m going to cover this perfectly marked ass with my cum.”

She startles beneath me. Momentarily, I contemplate the fact that the part of what we’re doing that repulses her the most is me coming on her—until I see Grant walking through the front door. Aubrey struggles to push herself from the table, but I’m not about to be denied the release I’m so close to after so graciously letting her come.

Gripping her hair, I shove her back against the table. Her face hits the felt and rattles the billiard balls, and I continue to slam my hip as I snarl, “Don’t you fucking dare. You’re going to take my fucking cock until I’m finished. You’re going to let him watch, like the dirty fucking whore you are, as I cover you with my cum. And if he wants to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, you’ll take him down your throat like a good little cum slut.”

“I’ll pass.” Grant catches me by surprise as he takes a seat in a large, upholstered chair.

“But I’m more than open to seeing what a good little whore she is,” he taunts. “Do you like being used? Or do you hate the enjoyment you get from being someone’s whore?”

She fucking hates it .

For as long as I’ve waited to fuck her, this is quite a lackluster fuck.

Pressing a palm to her back and holding her on the table, her face rubs against the felt as I continue to pound into her. “Eyes on Grant,” I growl. “Give him the pleasure of watching your loathing, self-disgust for enjoying how I treat you.”

Staring at Grant, with tears welling in her eyes, she takes every brutal thrust of my cock until I force her to come for me again. Quickly pulling from her, I take matters into my own hands and vigorously fist my cock. Closing my eyes, that feisty redhead flashes through my thoughts, and I groan as my cum splatters across Aubrey’s ass.

My hand smacks her tender ass, and I smear my seed over her skin before using the remnants of her panties to clean up before tucking myself back into my pants and pulling her skirt back over her hips. Handing her shirt from the floor, I send her to get herself together and meet some clients who are arriving in a few minutes.

“Sweetheart,” I call after her, “If you want more of my cock or miss my sting on your ass, you know where to find me.”

She won’t.

And that’s fine.